Mostly human, most of the time. Cats, photography, photos of cats, travel, socialism, humanism. No gods, no masters, and a good old-fashioned pre-PACE kick in the bollocks for orange felons, his friends, relations, heirs and successors.
I'm almost thinking I need to see this film just to see if it's really as bad as it sounds.
But I'm also thinking "Sure, but first I need to remove my testicles with a blunted corn-on-the-cob skewer, while drunk, in a darkened room."